_Mar._ No; I'll return, and perish in those ruins. I find thee now, ambitious, faithless, Guise. Farewell, the basest and the last of men! _Gui._ Stay, or--O heaven!--I'll force you: Stay-- _Mar._ I do believe So ill of you, so villainously ill, That, if you durst, you would: Honour you've little, honesty you've less; But conscience you have none: Yet there's a thing called fame, and men's esteem, Preserves me from your force. Once more, farewell. Look on me, Guise; thou seest me now the last; Though treason urge not thunder on thy head, This one departing glance shall flash thee dead. [_Exit._ _Gui._ Ha, said she true? Have I so little honour? Why, then, a prize so easy and so fair Had never 'scaped my gripe: but mine she is; For that's set down as sure as Henry's fall. But my ambition, that she calls my crime;-- False, false, by fate! my right was born with me. And heaven confest it in my very frame; The fires, that would have formed ten thousand angels, Were crammed together for my single soul. _Enter_ MALICORN. _Mal._ My lord, you trifle precious hours away; The heavens look gaudily upon your greatness, And the crowned moments court you as they fly. Brisac and fierce Aumale have pent the Swiss, And folded them like sheep in holy ground; Where now, with ordered pikes, and colours furled, They wait the word that dooms them all to die: Come forth, and bless the triumph of the day. _Gui._ So slight a victory required not me: I but sat still, and nodded, like a god, My world into creation; now 'tis time To walk abroad, and carelessly survey How the dull matter does the form obey. [_Exit with_ MALICORN. SCENE IV. _Enter Citizens, and_ MELANAX, _in his fanatic Habit, at the head them._ _Mel._ Hold, hold, a little, fellow citizens; and you, gentlemen of the rabble, a word of godly exhortation to strengthen your hands, ere you give the onset. _1 Cit._ Is this a time to make sermons? I would not hear the devil now, though he should come in God's name, to preach peace to us. _2 Cit._ Look you, gentlemen, sermons are not to be despised; we have all profited by godly sermons that promote sedition: let the precious man hold forth. _Omn._ Let him hold forth, let him hold forth. _Mel._ To promote sedition is my business: It has been so before any of you were born, and will be so, when you are all dead and damned; I have led on the rabble in all ages. _1 Cit._ That's a lie, and a loud one. _2 Cit._ He has led the rabble both old and young, that's all ages: A heavenly sweet man, I warrant him; I have seen him somewhere in a pulpit. _Mel._ I have sown rebellion every where. _1 Cit._ How, every where? That's another lie: How far have you travelled, friend? _Mel._ Over all the world. _1 Cit._ Now, that's a rapper. _2 Cit._ I say no: For, look you, gentlemen, if he has been a traveller, he certainly says true, for he may lie by authority.